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Ciri's Misadventures	By : nitchgut Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 124150 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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No beta so forgive my terrible writing.
Also I never planned on making this story anything more than stand-alone stories but have found myself stuck in this stupid storyline that I have somehow created. Too much plot not enough porn, but im trapped and can't get out. I'll probably put this plotline on hold for the next few chapters and come back to it later. But for now this is all I gots.
Hope you enjoy. Comments definitely make me want to write more so leave them if you want, or don't I'm not the boss of you.

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The last hints of summer lingered leaving the autumn wind warm and Ciri was thankful for it. The lack of heat from a summer sun or the blistering cold of winter winds had made travel quick and pain-free. The morning dew left the ground soft and pliable, making tracking a relatively easy task.
There had been warnings of bandits in these woods, of men preying on hunters and traveling tradesmen but if they were out here they had kept their distance. Ciri had not been worried. The caravan was small, but the men traveling with her were well armed and would make poor target for a group of thieves.
They had stopped for the day, finally reaching a suitable location for what needed to be done. Leaves fell from the trees, blanketing the ground orange and brown. Men behind her carried loads of equipment, nets, chains, wood and iron spikes, others set up tents making their camp.
Ciri paused watching them, a half dozen of Lord Karlik’s men led by one named Caleb. Most of them were poor hunters and even worse trackers, nothing more than low rent mercenaries really. Idiots and fools, better suited to lazying around their rich Lord’s manor than actually accomplishing anything. Ciri could not help the feeling of disdain for these men from rising up inside her. It was an odd feeling, she had worked with fools before, but something about these men, the way they the looked at her put her on edge.
Ciri watched one hammer a tent post into the ground, it sank easily in the soft soil. His arm raised, hammer coming down, the muscles in his forearm tightening with the blow. She could still feel that hand on her, wrapped tightly around her neck, holding her down, forcing her--
Ciri swallowed and the memory passed, she walked forward standing over the kneeling man, she didn’t know his name and she didn’t care too. He looked up at her, a yellow-toothed grin crossing his pockmarked face.
“Are you deaf or dumb?” she asked. The grin fell from the man’s and he stood, he towered over her, at least two heads taller and three times as wide. A thick ugly scar covered much of the lower half of his face from ear to chin leaving his beard patchy and unkept.
“What ye’ say?” he asked
She kicked the post he had just driven into the ground, it shifted easily angling sideways in the dirt. “You know what we are hunting? You know where it lives, where it hunts?”
The man looked down at the ground, his brow furrowing. “Under the ground.”
Ciri nodded back, “Yes under the ground.” she repeated, “Like I said before we left, we only camp on solid bedrock. Unless you want to share your bed with a giant centipede.”
“Fine,” he muttered looking down at the tent he had just set up.
“Good, I don’t need any idiots dying on my watch.”
Ciri turned to leave but stopped as the man grabbed her arm. His fingers wrapping tightly around her bicep, he pulled her back forcing her to face him.
“You should watch your mouth girl,” he glared down at her with a grin, he let her go, his hand coming up to her chin, his thumb caressing her cheek. “Anyone else talk to me like and I’d break their jaw. You’re lucky I like your pretty mouth so much.”
Ciri stared up at him, her eyes wide as his dirt covered thumb traced over her bottom lip. She let out a hiss of breath between clenched teeth. She hated this man, she hated all of them.
Her dagger was latched to her belt and she knew if she slit this man’s throat here and now she would better for it, hell, the world would be better for it. His thumb pressed harder against her bottom lip, pushing past and against her teeth and the man’s grin grew wider.
Ciri tensed with excitement, she could feel the dagger on her waist, a comforting weight on her belt, cold steel waiting to be used. He was big as an ox but just as smart. All she would need to do would be to open her mouth, let that filthy thumb of his slip between her lips, give it a little suck, a little nibble, and the fool wouldn’t be able to think of anything but the hard cock between his legs. How easy it would be to unsheathe the dagger and slip it across his throat ending his pathetic existence.
It would have been a fitting end for the man, exactly what he deserved. But others still lingered around the camp, pitching tents and starting cooking fires, it would be foolish to kill a man in front of so many. If they were to sneak off into the woods, if she led him away, reached out and slipped her hand around his cock what would he do then? What would he do if she pulled him deeper into the forest and fell to her knees before him? Give him a final parting gift of her lips sealed around the tip of him, wet and warm.
A different excitement filled Ciri’s mind and she imagined it playing out, she would tease him at first, let him use her just a little bit, a short blowjob would not hurt, and if he was too die it would only be fair if she let him fuck her one last time. She pressed her thighs together trying to find relief for the throbbing pleasure building there. Maybe up against a tree, her back and ass grinding against the bark, fuck it, maybe right here in front of all the other men, give them a show they could remember--
“Save it for later.”
A voice interrupted Ciri’s thoughts and she pulled away, the man’s thumb coming free from her mouth leaving a line of saliva dripping from where she had been absentmindedly sucking on it. He gave her a cocky, knowing smirk before they both turned towards the voice.

The hunting party’s leader stood before them giving them both a sidelong glance before looking over the camp. He was Karlik’s head of guard, Caleb. A broad-chested man, with sharp features, his balding head shaved close and his beard short and neatly trimmed.
“Ciri, come,” he ordered as he walked towards where his tent was set up. Ciri followed.
The tent was larger than the rest, tall wood posts held up walls of heavy canvas, unlike the other tents meant for little more than sleeping you could stand in this one. There was enough room for multiple men, chairs and a travel table, a local map stretched out over its surface. Behind it his bed, a decent sized mattress sitting on a few wood planks to keep it off the ground. The only proper bed in the whole camp.
Ciri glanced at the map, showing the local topography, a few hundred yards from here there were marshlands and a small river, between there and the camp an open meadow, soft fertile lands.
“We’ve set up the traps here,” Caleb pointed towards where the meadow would be, “like you said.”
Ciri nodded in reply. “With the tracks we’ve found it looks like this is its hunting ground. They’re most active during dawn, that’s when it would hunt.”
“Good, then we wait.”
Satisfied with that Caleb pulled out a small case bound in leather, two straps with steel buckles held it tightly closed. Ciri stared as his fingers unwound the straps.
“How do you feel?” he asked without looking up at her.
It was an odd question she thought, why would he care, they were here to do a job.
“You’ve been arguing with the men again.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. The men. A worthless group they were she struggled to even consider them that. She wasn’t sure how to respond.
“You know they will punish you for that,” Caleb said pulling a small vial from the case, the liquid inside it was clear. “I wonder if the effects are wearing off or you simply enjoy being punished.”
Ciri’s brow furrowed, what did he mean by that. “What--” she began only to stop when she realized he was standing in front of her. She stepped back reflexively then flinched as he brought his hand up to her cheek, almost tenderly caressing her face.
She felt ill, wronged, so she pulled away. Caleb smiled and shook his head. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.
He had a look in his eye, a look Ciri knew too well, he wanted something from her, demanded it. Would he fuck her right there Ciri thought, force her to her knees, take her throat before taking her cunt? Would she cum loud enough for the other men to hear? Ciri winced at the unwanted thoughts coursing through her head.
“No,” she offered in an uncharacteristically meek whisper, this wasn’t right. She was on a job, a hunt, to trap a monster not too-- Ciri paused, why would she want to drink that. Why would--
“No?” Caleb repeated almost amused, the small stopper popped up and she saw him shudder, then she felt a familiar heat wash over her, comforting, soothing, she closed her eyes with a sigh and let it flow through her, her previous thoughts quickly faded.
He lifted the vial to her lips and she parted them for him, the liquid was warm on her tongue and that warmth spread throughout her body as she drank the tiny amount down.
“Fucking hell,” Caleb muttered seeing Ciri’s eyes open, she looked at him in an almost daze, her pupils blown so wide her eyes were nearly black.
“We hunt in the morning,” Caleb said, and Ciri nodded back at him. “Tonight you entertain the men, do you understand?” she nodded again and began to turn. She looked at him unexpectedly, “not yet, I get you first.”
==
Ciri watched the camp, shifting on her heels as she adjusted the tight leather pants she wore before pulling her blouse loosely closed knowing it wouldn’t stay that way long.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and it came away wet, she stared at the mess for a moment before she licked it up with her tongue. She knew it was disgusting, depraved even, she knew that these men were using her, that something wasn’t right, but she could not bring herself to care. There were seven men in this squad, seven men who needed tending too.
Booted heels hit hard rock as she made her way to the first tent.
“Fuckin’ took ya long enough,” the scarred man said as she entered the tent. He gave her a long up and down, noticing her state of disarray.
“Caleb is a selfish prick,” he muttered, “anyone else?”
Ciri shook her head, her hand coming up to her waist lingering for a moment where her dagger once rested before moving to the strap of her pants and pulling it free. The man’s eyes watched her as she unlaced her pants, shimming her hips down until they were around knees. She looked at him expectantly, submissively.
“Fuckin odd,” he said looking at Ciri’s bare cunt. “But I ain't complaining,” he stood and grabbed her by the arm pulling her closer. “not so mouthy now are yah girl,”
“No,” Ciri whispered looking up at him, his cock pressed against her belly.
“Where he take ya?”
Ciri lifted her hand up to her mouth, tracing them over her swollen lips. She could still taste him, feel him between her lips. “My mouth,” she whispered staring up at him, her hand trailed down between her legs, “then my cunt.”
“Selfish fuck,” the man repeated his hand pulling at her shirt, cupping one breast and pinching an already hard nipple until Ciri winced. “I should punish you for being such a bitch to me, would you like that?”
Ciri nodded.
He pulled her over, twisted her around then pushed her towards her bed. With her pants around her legs she struggled to stay standing.
“Only one place left to put it then,” he said with a grin as he began to undo his own trousers.
Ciri arched her back up her head twisted around to look at him as he freed his dick. She couldn’t stop her legs from parting slightly her hand tightening around the edge of his cot. He stroked himself once, his member already hard as diamonds. He pawed at the tight cheeks of her ass, squeezing the firm flesh before pulling them apart.
“You’ll get what you deserve.”
“I will,” Ciri half moaned as she felt him press himself against her asshole. Her eyes lit up with desire and she pushed back slightly forcing more pressure against her. A small pinch of pain shot up her spine as the head of his cock pushed against her opening.
His hands were heavy on her, one around her waist, the other on her ass pulling her cheeks apart.
Ciri grit her teeth in pain. “Fuck,” she cried out as he forced himself forward. “Fuck,” again as her body resisted the intrusion. Her hand shot back reaching for his thigh then against his hand as he thrust deeper.
Her ass clamped down tightly around him and she shuddered with a gasp. He spit down onto his cock, the only lubrication he would use. The first inch slipped into her and she saw stars. He was too big, she was too dry. She cried out.
“Shut your whore mouth.”
A guttural throaty moan escaped her lips as he forced the next few inches of his cock into her, the tight ring of muscles resisted, squeezing tightly around his shaft. Ciri’s eyes fluttered as more pain shot through her, but she couldn’t stop herself from pushing back against him forcing more of the man's meat into her.
She deserved this, deserved whatever he wished to take of her. Her head pounded, her cunt ached, her ass throbbed. She deserved to be punished. Why? She didn't know or care.
He sank into her fully, until his balls rested against her slit, she ground back rubbing herself against him letting out a softly whispered slutty moan and he laughed in response. His hand ran up and down her side and he urged her forward ever so slightly and she went with the motion pulling away from him
Her ass clenched onto him dragging along his shaft before she stopped then pushed back towards him forcing her body to sink down on his cock like the good little whore she was.
Hissed tight breathes escaped between clenched teeth as she begun to move in earnest. Her body becoming numb to the pain. What was pain to her, she was trained to fight, to kill, she was made to fuck. She moved quicker, her body trembled and she let out more quick heavy gasps each time.
It felt better than good, it felt right to be fucked like this, hard and rough and raw. Her moans filled the poorly built tent matched by the dull thud of his hips slapping into the firm muscles of her ass and thighs as he fucked her. Ciri closed her eyes and chewed on her bottom trembling lip as she lost herself in the sensation of having a man take her.
Ciri could hear his muttering, his insults as he began to fuck her harder, his hands digging into the flesh of her ass spreading her cheeks apart, using her ass like his personal fuck toy. Faster he moved, driving himself into her making her cry out with every thrust. Her body burned with need. Her fingers tightly gripped the edge of his cot and it rocked with every movement threatening to send them both spilling to the ground.
“Fucking whore,” he bellowed with one final thrust before he pushed himself deeply into her and held on, frozen in place. Ciri whimpered as his body trembled inside her as he emptied his seed into her bowels. He pulled free and his cock slipped from her leaving her ass gaping.
She turned rolling onto her back then slipping down to her knees. She did not need to be told, she looked up at his disgusting sweat covered face then down at his spent cock before she slipped him into her mouth cleaning him with a pleasure filled moan.
His hand was in her hair, almost tenderly as he murmured tiredly in appreciation.
Satisfied he pushed her head away. Ciri looked down, then stood on uneasy legs and began pulling her pants back up. The man all but ignored her slipping down to his cot with a satisfied smile on his face.
She adjusted her clothes making sure she looked somewhat presentable before he left his tent without a word. He was not the only man in this camp and her night had just begun.
==
“Stupid thing,” Caleb muttered as he bent down searching the ground. Ciri stood beside him looking out towards the meadow. The sun had just peaked over the horizon, painting the sky with a soft warm orange glow. A single wood post stood in the grass-covered field. It was taller than a man and a dead goat was hung on it, neck slit, blood pooling from the open wound and seeping into the dirt below. Another goat, this one alive stood with its head bent down sniffing that pool of blood, taking the occasional lick.
Caleb threw a rock, hitting the standing goat square in the haunches and it immediate lurched backwards, turned then ran. It made it all of three feet before the rope tied around it went taunt stopping it dead its tracks. It struggled, pulling against its bindings before it ran to the left, then the right. The rope and post held firm and the goat continued to dance in a panic.
Ciri watched, her thumb lazily drawing circles over the hilt of her sword. She felt on edge, a feeling that was becoming far too familiar. She could use a good fight, monster or man, she didn’t really care, but she knew she wouldn’t get one here. The goats were bait, and this was a live capture mission. The Professor had plans for this creature, plans she did not wish to think of.
Patiently they all sat unmoving, waiting, as the goat calmed slightly but continued to move around the pole pulling on its leash occasionally. its hooves dug into the ground as it tested its binding. It was stuck, ignorant of the fate waiting for it. Trapped, with no hope of escape.
“I wonder sometimes if you even understand what is being done to you?” Caleb whispered breaking the silence beside her, he gave her a sideways glance. “What Professor Hoat has done to you?”
Ciri turned her attention to the goat, she did not wish to think of this.
“I was there during your first show you know.” He had turned to face her now, seemingly bored of watching and waiting. Ciri did not look at him. “That was almost two weeks after you first came to the estate, he had trained you well by then. Bringing you up to the stage to show you off.”
He took an almost delicate step closer to her, careful not to move to much or make to much noise. “I wonder what goes through your head when your down on your knees with a drowners cock in your mouth? Do you enjoy it? Do you enjoy serving him, fucking him and the men who buy you? Do you enjoy having those vile creatures fuck you while other men watch? Being sent out here to the middle of nowhere to help catch the thing that is going to defile you?”
Ciri gritted her teeth but remained silent. The truth was she didn’t know what she was doing, the last few months were a haze to her, it was like looking through a forest blanketed in fog and unable to see the trees. She remembered doing things, horrible things, disgusting things and she remembered enjoying them, loving them. Men and women and monsters, it was all there, foggy, hard to hold on to but it was there and so was the pleasure, the need. And then there was the lack of control, she seemed to be unable to stop herself from acting. It was like she was in a dream floating from one thing to the next without being able to stop.
“I’d take you away from this if I could. These men don’t deserve you, the rich fucks back at Karlik’s certainly don’t, but I can’t help but feel as soon as I ran out of that potion you would try to kill me.”
“I wouldn’t try,” she stated coldly without looking at him.
“There,” she said softly nodding her head towards the field, happy she could end this conversation. In the distance she could see the knee-high grass tilt slightly. Then again slightly closer, she followed the movement as it came closer and closer to the bait.
Ciri glanced to the men beside her, making sure they were ready.
The goat stilled, then screamed as the ground beneath it exploded upwards, kicking up rock, dirt, and dust, the massive centipede burrowed up from under the ground. A dozen pincer-like legs immediately wrapping around the live goat, then twisted up around the post and the dead goat before its fangs sank into the corpse.
She tensed, rising to the balls of her feet as she watched the monster’s carapace covered back flex and move as it constricted around both goats and the pole. The dead goat had been dosed with a near-deadly amount of sedative before it had been killed, they had hoped it would be enough, If not--
She watched the men beside her begin to swing bolas above there heads. Weighted balls connected by long lengths of chain and rope. Thrown just right they would-- the first one went, flying through the air, it hit square in the center of the monster halfway up the pole, the heavy ends twisted around wrapping the chain around the monster tying it to the post. Then another followed, then another and another, all but one successfully tangling itself in the monster.
The giant centipede twisted, and Ciri watched warily, her hand on her blade, she would kill it if it escaped, she wanted to kill it. She needed to kill it before-- The creature stopped moving the sedative taking effect. Ciri released her blade.
“Nets and chains and shovels men!” Caleb ordered.
The men went to work quickly, wrapping the creature with a heavy iron chainmail net as others began digging the post free on one side until they could lay it on its side. Orders were barked, a cart was rolled closer to the trapped monster, it was taller than a man, its torso the size of her own. Two men watched swords at the ready in case the beast came to its sensed, others not busy pulling it onto the wagon watched with disgust and fascination.
“One. Two. Three. Haul!” A man standing on top of the cart cried out before tugging on ropes tied to the beast. It twitched slightly but barely moved as it was dragged up and onto the cart, within seconds more ropes were lashed around it by men wary of having a twelve-foot long centipede so close.
With each new rope and chain that was secured the tension once present lessened. Most of the men here had never seen anything like this before, a centipede twice as tall as they were, an odd sight to be sure.
Confident the cargo was secure Ciri herself began to relax and the men began to shuffle away from the cart, some tending to the horses, others heading to camp. She couldn’t stop staring at the monster. It was longer than she was tall, dozens of small legs ending in sharp points lined its frame. Those points would need to be covered or dulled as they would pierce skin, her skin. She shuddered at the thought.
Unwanted thoughts of men watching, lights on her, that thing curling its body up and around her naked form, digging into her skin. Caleb was right, she captured this thing, she would return it to Hoat and for what? so he could devise some way to let it fuck her?
“Does it even have a dick?”
Ciri glanced sideways, two men stood on the other side of the cart watching as the centipede was secured. They looked at it, then to her, then back at it.
One of the men shrugged, “don’t know how it will work, but I hope I get to see it,” he said before looking straight at her, “Excited are you a monster hunter?” he asked with a knowing grin.
Ciri turned and walked away.
==
“Selfish prick,” the scarred man muttered as he walked past Ciri.
She watched him go then turned back towards Caleb’s tent. The rest of the tents had been dissembled, but his tent still stood. Most of the camp had been packed up, weapons, trapper tools, food and supplies all bundled up and loaded onto carts. It was a three-day trip back to the Lord’s estate. Two days if the cargo didn’t cause any problems.
“You’re not leaving,” Ciri asked as Caleb walked up to her.
He shook his head and gave her a once over. “I have decided to take an extra night--” he paused. “I do not know when the next time I will have this opportunity, I wish to make the most of it before we go back.”
Ciri’s eyes narrowed, “We?”
He smiled wide, “You’ll be staying here with me of course, one night, maybe two depending on how well things go.”
==
Ciri moved slowly, deliberately. She flexed and rolled her hips, riding Caleb’s cock slowly, milking the moment all she could. Her previous encounters had mostly started hard and finished fast. The men were brutes and knew they had to share her so they had taken her quickly and roughly before passing her off to the next man.
But now she was alone with just one of them, she was all his.
She gasped, her eyes pinned tightly closed. Her arms planted on either side of his bed Her hair freed from her normal tied back bun, heavy breaths escaped her mouth as she moved. Her hips rolling slowly, steadily, guided by Caleb’s hands, his fingers digging into her ass as his cock sank in and out of her aching cunt.
Slow and steady, just as how he demanded. Her cunt gripped him, her juices running down his shaft, she shuddered and rolled her hips moaning of the sensation of his cock stretching her body, opening her up, the press of her clit against his torso every time she bottomed out and grinded against him.
She teased herself, building her own pleasure and held back the desire to move faster as his mouth caught one of her breasts and he began suckling on her nipple.
He was good. This was good, but she wanted more, needed more. She picked up her pace moaning as the sound of her body slapping down rang in her ears. She was a whore and this is what she did.
Caleb groaned against her tits but did not tell her to stop or slow so she sped up chasing her own climax.
Just a little more she thought as she bounced up and down on his cock. She let out a small squeak of pleasure as her body tensed, tightened then slammed down onto him driving his cock as deeply into her cunt as she could.
Her body trembled and shook and she pulled up, basking in the amazing feeling of his cock nestled inside her as her body shuddered and convulsed around him before she slammed back down with a moan.

“Yess,” she purred, her back arching, making sure she drove his dick into all the right spots. Again she shook, and again she fucked herself onto his cock. She grunted, then gasped, the warmth, that comforting near incapacitating warmth spilled throughout her.
She cried out with a moan, and lost herself in the feeling, from the tingle to her toes to the ache in her breasts and the pressure of the cock inside her. She let it take her, wash over her as she whimpered, her body tensing then shuddering over and over again.
She was a good little whore she thought as she collapsed onto his naked chest. A good little whore. Her hips continued to move with lazy drawn out strokes, her body unwilling to let the sensations stop.
He urged her off her and she obeyed rolling off onto her back. Sweaty and slick she watched as he moved away from her and stood. His cock softening between his legs, he had spent himself inside her again.
They had been fucking constantly since he had ordered the men back to the estate with their captured monster.
He had cum inside her pussy, her ass, in her mouth and all over her tits. He had made her beg for it. He had made her pretend to fight against him. He had used her in every way she knew a man could use a woman. She was exhausted and thoroughly used and felt absolutely delectable. It had been less than a day.
Caleb stood and Ciri watched as he stretched his back before he reached for a wine skin and drank greedily from it. He dropped it to the side then went to the table where a leather bound case awaited him.
He trailed his fingers over the vials. Hoat had given him twenty to begun the trip. He had given Ciri one a day for the last five days while they hunted the centipede. He had used three on that stupid goat to drug the centipede and used two already tonight. He pulled a full one free. The caravan would travel slow, he could afford two, maybe three days here with her all to himself before he needed to leave to catch up. He turned to Ciri who lay naked, sweaty and panting on his bed.
He opened the vial, taking the tiniest of sips and held back a shutter before he poured the rest over his cock, massaging into his skin. Any exhaustion or weariness he might have felt seemingly vanished replaced with an unbridled need.
“Come get your medicine,” he moaned and Ciri nearly pounced, her lips sealing around his dick as she greedily sucked the liquid from his cock.
==
Ciri’s eyes opened slowly, the stench of sex and cum filling her nostrils. Her head rested on Caleb’s thigh, her cheek nearly pressed against his cock. She blinked back surprise for a moment, her hand trailing up his leg. She would wake him with her mouth she decided, a gentle kiss on his shaft, then her lips around the head. That ever-present warmth pooled between her legs at the thought. Then she heard it, the reason she had awoken in the first place, someone or something was outside the tent.
She froze, and without moving she watched and listened. Where was her sword? Her clothes, she tried to think but found herself unable to remember, it was probably nothing, at most a deer. She looked down at the flaccid cock in front of her and she licked her lips.
She leaned down, pressing her lips against his side, kissing his shaft. Hoping he would awake soon and take her again when she heard another noise, not a deer, men.
She looked up and noticed Caleb was staring at the tent's wall as well.
“Stay,” he whispered and he slowly and quietly reached for his blade, and pants. He was too noisy she thought absentmindedly but did not move or make an effort to stop him.
It happened in an instant, as soon as he moved near the tent’s opening, a shout from outside, then the familiar hollow thwip of a crossbow bolt in the air. It hit Caleb square in the chest and sent him stumbling backwards into the tent with a shocked cry.
She watched as he turned to look at her, confusion and pain plain in his face. Did he want her to help him? Did he expect her to help him? Blood seeped from the wound in the chest, leaking out from where the bolt stuck. She watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his mouth opened and a gurgling groan escaped his lips but he did not speak.
“Got em’” Someone called out from outside. Ciri turned seeing a large, dirt-covered hand pull back the tent's entrance, he glanced at the dying man before him, then away from her then back to her. He paused, shocked to find her there, his eyes drifting down her naked chest before skirting back to Caleb, then back to her.
He wore a dirty leather tunic, his hands caked in enough dirt and grim that his skin was nearly black. He smiled at her with a near-toothless grin. She heard more commotion outside. They were the bandits they had been warned about. Had they been watching them all this time, waiting for a moment to strike or had they happened upon them by chance and thought the single large tent and two horses and mules an easy target.
“Boss,” the toothless man called fully stepping into the tent, he kept one hand on the hilt of a knife on his belt, “you’re gonna wanna see this.”
==
Ciri gasped as the cock slipped from her mouth. She swallowed what she could, forcing the bitter salty fluid down her throat and into her stomach. The rest leaked from her lips, smearing over her chin and dripping onto her bare breasts. She looked up at the filthy man and his filthy cock, her saliva still hung in long strings from his shaft as he stumbled backward with a stupid grin on his face and drank from the wine bottle he had pilfered from Caleb's tent.
Caleb was dead. A fact she did not seem to mind. Men behind her laughed at a joke she did not hear. Most of the belongings Caleb had left were now scattered outside the tent around the fire. The bandits had done quick work in ransacking his gear, dividing up the goods and booze and coin.
They had made quicker work with her. They called her a whore, brandished weapons and warned her not to fight what was about to happen, she hadn't. One of the men had buried himself six inches inside her before half the men knew that she was even there. Since then they had passed her around, shared just like they shared Caleb’s wine.
Eight men, she had counted, eight men she had fucked. She sat in a daze, naked and bare in the dirt beside the fire its flames giving off a comforting warmth. She could feel the cum on her face beginning to dry, she could feel it seep from her well-used cunt as well leaving trails of it running down her thighs. She hadn’t the energy to try to clean herself, she hadn’t the will to fight them. She simply sat there staring ahead and the dancing flames and waited for the next man to take her.
At least three of them were ex-military their leader included. She figured by the way they spoke and held themselves, deserters most likely, crime could pay much better than the army in times like these.
One of those three approached her, tugging her up with an arm.
She didn't resist as he led her away, it had been days since she had last resisted to anything. No, not days, weeks, maybe months. He motioned her with an unsteady arm. She could smell alcohol on his breath. Obediently she knelt down onto all fours and turned her head to watch him.
He mumbled something incoherent, his hand gliding over her ass as he dug into his pants for his cock. Eight men she thought, bandits and rapist and murderers. He took his shaft in hand, slipping it up and down the curve of her ass moaning to himself.
They would keep fucking her. She knew that. She felt the head of his cock press against her lower lips, and she held back a pleasurable gasp. The man rocked back and away with a drunken sway. They thought her a whore, that Caleb had been a wealthy patron who wanted some time alone with her. Now she was theirs to use as they saw fit, until they bored of her.
She looked back at the man who was seemingly dazed himself, nearly unconscious on his feet his soft cock in his hand.
Laughter erupted behind him. “Whiskey dick piece of shit,” one of the other men laughed and pushed the man aside letting him stumble down to the ground. He stood before her, “I ain't got that problem.” Ciri turned away, closed her eyes and arched her hips offering herself to the newcommer.
==
She awoke the next morning with the sun’s rays warm against her face and the smell of burnt coals in the air. Her body ached, nearly every muscle felt tired and worn. She held back the groan and opened her eyes. Giving a quick glance upwards at the sun, it was nearly noon.
She moved and felt stiff, her body covered in dried dirt and mud, cum and sweat. Her stomach turned, how long had it been since she had ate, had drank anything other than a man’s seed. Most of the bandits were unconscious, sleeping or passed out it hardly mattered, many were scattered around the campfire, a few in the tent. One of them was sitting on a log, whittling on a piece of wood.
He eyed her a moment but went back to work. She moved to stand.
“Where ya think you're going?” the whittling man asked.
Ciri blinked, god she was exhausted, god she felt terrible, her muscles throbbed, her head rang.
“I need to clean up,” she said softly, she motioned to the south where there was a small creek not a hundred paces away. He grunted in reply and she took that as an okay to go.
“Don’t try running off ya hear, we’ll find you, and you won’t like it when we do.”
She didn't reply, instead carefully stepped over two sleeping men then grabbed the clothes she could find and made her way down the creek.
The water was cold as ice, but it felt good to be clean, she washed her self quickly, splashing the water onto her lips and belly before rubbing her skin harshly, she repeated the process until her skin was red and raw but relatively clean. She slipped her clothes back on, leaving her trousers and shirt only partially laced knowing they would soon be torn off her body once again.
More men were awake when she returned, some watched as she entered the camp, others tended to their own business, she glanced over to where Caleb’s body lay, they would need to dispose of that soon before it began gathering unwanted attention from the local wildlife.
But she had bigger things to deal with, she went to the tent, finding the leader there sitting on Calab’s bed, her sword in his hand. He looked at her, then back at the sword.
“Fine piece of workmanship,” he said before standing, he slipped back into its sheath then wrapped the belt around his waist. He gave her an approving leer before he looked away and seemed to consider his surroundings.
Ciri watched. It would be clear to anyone with half a brain that this tent did not belong to a hunter or farmer or even a traveling merchant. On its own, without the dozen other tents that had originally made up the camp it seemed out of place. Her sword alone would have tipped most off.
“You were not very upset with the untimely demise of your friend last night,” he moved to stand in front of Ciri, his hand raising to her chin titling her head up to look at him
“He wasn’t my friend,” Ciri answered back.
“You didn’t put up a fight either, most women would have kicked and screamed and tried to run.”
Ciri glanced down at the table, a leather bound case lay beside it on the ground. Glass vials were spilled out onto the ground, most of them broken. “Would it have helped?”
He smiled in response, “It’s always good when a woman knows her place. Did he pay you well?” he asked, and continued at her raised brow. “I assume our dead foolish noble decided he wanted a little trist away from town, away from prying eyes. Had servants set up this little hideaway and bought you did he not?”
“Something like that,” Ciri said, she looked at her sword on his hip.
“Your ‘not a friend’ left us enough supplies for one more night,” he said, looking her over. “It’s been a hard few weeks for my men and they deserve a break. You behave one more night and you can go on your way.”
Ciri looked at the man, clearly ex military, his eyes were bright, intelligent and lying. If he thought Caleb to be anyone of importance he could never risk leaving her alive as a witness.
“One night,” Ciri whispered her eyes drifting down to the growing bulge in his pants. He nodded in response.
She couldn’t stop the tremble in her knees at the thought of one more night with these men, she stepped forward almost touching him before she sank to her knees, “I’ll behave.”

==
“Drink,” the man to her left told her, pushing the wine skin into her hand, she did as she was told, leaning back to drink the bitter liquid. It burnt going down her throat then she turned her attention to the fire. They were cooking a boar they had caught earlier in the day.
She tried to ignore the hand on her thigh, the way it kept squeezing, massaging the sore muscle, how good it felt as it slowly crept its way up.
She tried to ignore the other hand on her back and under her shirt, trailing slow circles across her bare skin.
She tried to ignore the six other men that stared at her with wanton looks of lust, she did not hide the disgust as she stared back.
A hand cupped her breast and she pulled away “I don’t--” she paused
“Yes you do,” a man's voice demanded, as her head was turned and a cock was offered, she closed her eyes and sighed as her lips parted and the moist head of him slid between her lips. She began to suck like an obedient whore she was.
“Mmhh,” she moaned her head twisted, the cock bulging against her cheek as she felt another man pull her shirt open his hands cupping her breasts. Her eyes fluttered shut with a moan. Washing herself had been a mistake.
After the man in her mouth had cum down her throat they pulled her into the tent and spent the afternoon fucking her.
==
Ciri’s moan was muffled, all sound hampered by the thick cock in her throat. Tears spilled from bulging eyes as her neck convulsed around him. Mercifully the man pulled back enough for air to squeeze past his shaft, she gagged around his cock and he plunged back into her throat.
It was too much, too much sensation, to much pain, too much pleasure. There were hands all over her, greedy pawing things grabbing at every inch they could get too. Hands on her tits, pinching her aching nipples. Hands on her ass and stomach guiding her, hands on her head forcing her to keep their cocks in her throat.
She groaned and drooled, unable to do much else. She could barely move sandwiched between three men, each of them taking one of her holes. Each of them moving with there own rhythm and pace with little regard for her own discomfort, for her own pleasure.
But it didn’t matter, the pleasure came the same, it couldn’t be stopped as she came again her body squeezing down tightly around the cocks in her ass and cunt. Her whorish moans and grasping hands earning another load of cum down her gullet.
As soon as one man finished another took their place, an endless stream of cocks to suck and fuck and she did taking each in turn, moaning and cumming until she could no more.
==
She awoke with their leader standing over her, regarding her with ill intent, he was shirtless, his trousers open, his half hard cock freed from his pants. She was cold, it was already night again. How long had it been since they had stumbled on her tent?
He stood then sat beside her, his hand trailing up her naked body and she shuddered at the touch.
“What kind of whore are you?” he asked, his fingers trailing a long scar that ran along her ribs, then down another on her hip.
“I’m not,” Ciri whispered back, he smiled at her his hand traveling between her legs, his fingers dancing around her clit, the sensation made her gasp and without thinking she parted her legs slightly.
He shifted and pushed her legs open further sliding between him, his cock rock hard.
She didn't want this, she hadn’t wanted to stay at that godforsaken estate, she hadn’t wanted to come out on this fucking hunt. She hadn’t wanted to fuck those monsters as dozens of men watched, she hadn’t wanted to be sold off to them to be their sex slave. She hadn’t wanted any of this.
“No,” she moaned as she felt the thick bulbous head of his cock press against her swollen and sore sex. It was quick and painful as he drove his full length into her. She gasped out crying as the hard cock forced its way deep into her. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and the man above her grunted. He pulled out, earning another moan from Ciri then drove back in.
“No,” she cried out again but lifted her hips to meet him as he thrust into her, their bodies slapping together loudly. Again and again he fucked her, moaning with her as he drove her closer to another climax.
No, Ciri thought, this was wrong, so very wrong. She twisted and kicked getting enough space as he pulled away until his cock slipped free of her convulsing cunt, he looked down surprised at her then slapped her across the face, she gasped in surprise pain then pleasure as he pushed his cock back inside her.
It’s where he belonged, buried deep inside her, Ciri could not stop the unwanted thought from seeping into her mind. She watched between her legs where their bodies were joined. The slight bulge of her lower stomach as his cock delved into her body, she moaned and ached as he stretched her out and filled her up.
“Don’t,” she whimpered, and bit her lip holding back a moan of pleasure. He ignored her moving faster, pressing her into the bed, forcing her body to lurch with every thrust, his eyes were closed as he began to fuck her harder.
“Don’t” she whimpered again and she wasn’t sure if it was a plea to the man raping her or herself as she felt her orgasm build. ‘Don’t’ she thought as she came hard and fast her cunt clenching down around the man’s cock, her stomach tensed, her legs squeezing him tightly. She pinched her eyes closed and turned her head away and cried out gasping with unwanted pleasure.
Without thinking she jerked her body up to meet him in a desperate bid to keep her pleasure rolling. He continued to fuck her, roughly, grunting into her face with heavy breaths, his sweat dripping off him onto her.
Whore, slut, dirty bitch, the insults and words the men had called her for the last month ran through her head, she cried out moaning. She had fucked monsters, drowners, ghouls, she had let men do terrible things to her disgusting things. Another peak rolled over her, her hand raised to her chest, over her racing heart before cupping her own tit.
“Fuck,” she cried out in barely a whisper as she finally felt the man inside her spend himself as his thrusts began to weaken and become erratic. “Fuck,” she muttered again feeling him slip from her, cum pouring from her well-used body. She stared up at the tent in disbelief of what she had let happen over the last month.
A rare moment of clarity washed over her, memories of Professor Hoat, real memories without the haze of whatever he had done with her, memories of her kneeling before him, taking his cock eagerly into her mouth. Memories of being chained down with a half dozen creatures surrounding her, lights illuminating her as men watched her being raped. Memories of being sold off, cumming and crying on top of old men as she pawed her body. Memories of Yennefer.
Ciri rolled onto her side and half off the bed and vomited.
She didn’t look at the mess she had made or paid any attention to the man behind her chuckling, instead, she sat up, suddenly very aware of how naked she was and how tired she felt. She had done all those things, she had let all those things be done to her.
The glitter of broken glass near the center of the tent caught her eye, a few small vials lay empty and broken on the ground. They had drugged her and used her and Yennefer was still trapped in there with those monsters.
“My men were betting on how much you could swallow,” the man behind said in a bemused tone. She ignored him, instead she glanced to where her sword leaned against one of the posts holding the tent up. She could not ignore his hand and it snaked around her waist.
Ciri closed her eyes and trembled, her legs parting slightly on their own volition as his hand roamed over her flat stomach and then headed lower. Her head was finally becoming clear but her body still warmed to his touch. She grabbed his hand and pulled it away.
She heard the snort behind her, “The whore is suddenly shy?” he asked incredulously.
“I’m no whore,” Ciri responded softly looking at her dagger that lay beside her sword with her belt.
Another chuckle came from behind her and she felt the bed shift.
“Could have surprised me. How many men have you fucked hmm? And eagerly too, You would be making a pretty penny if we were paying you.”
How many men? Ciri did not wish to think of it, it had all been a blur of fucking and sucking and-- how many days had it been. Two? Three? How far ahead had the rest of the caravan traveled?
“I was drugged,” Ciri stated.
“What?”
“They drugged me with succubus venom and made me their slave, sold me to be used, made me fuck for their entertainment. Then you came along with your piece of shit men and continued where they left off. You’re rapists and murderers, you’re monsters.”
His hand slipped around her cupping one breast and she felt her nipple harden and she held back a moan.
“That's a nice story," he half murmered amused. His teeth dragged along the back of her shoulder, his voice a whisper against her flesh. "I like stories, I like pretending." His hand slipped lower but this time Ciri did not bat it away.
"You're just an innocent girl," his finger teased her clit making Ciri shudder. "Forced to do all these disgusting things, forced to fuck and suck and swallow, forced to beg us for our cocks. But you're no whore, you don't sell your body for coin, but what are you then, what do you do? A farmers daughter? A barkeep? Maybe your a lost princess hmm," he pushed one fat finger inside her making her gasp.
What was she? What did she do? Ciri looked over at her sword and dagger. They were gifts given to her by the people who trained her. What did she do?
She killed monsters.
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